#i promised to give him a binder soon so he could stop slouching

[ktysh]

just a little guy in his not-exactly-sulani-appropriate outfits

you can tell he has a favorite pair of shorts. and pants. and boots. and sneakers! in two different colors!! and a jacket!!!

#i promised to give him a binder soon so he could stop slouching #my sims won't meet him again for at least half a sim-year but i just wanted to dress him up #i'm not going to let you forget about my baby charlie 🤭 #ts4 #sim: charlie rosado #ktysh: lookbook

[blueberry-sunghoon]

"meet me at the ice rink after school" | park sunghoon

words: 5.3k

genre: high school romance, fluff

warnings: none that i can think of

i hope you like this story :))

☆September 2013☆

One late summer afternoon, you and your best friend Sunghoon were at the ice rink, your all-time favorite hangout spot. Of course, your skating skills weren’t nearly as stunning as Sunghoon’s, but throughout the years he had taught you enough so you could manage yourself on the ice. Sunghoon liked to show off new moves he had learned every time he saw you, and he loved to see how your face lit up with amazement when he pulled it off perfectly. 

You mainly liked each other’s company, though. When you both were skating with each other, you were free to tell each other everything from your joys to your worries, trusting that the other would laugh with you or be there to comfort you. To each of you, skating with the other felt like home. Today especially, you both needed that. It had been a long day for the both of you; it was your first day of fifth grade, which also happened to be your first day of middle school.

“Today was rough,” you said as you skated alongside Sunghoon. 

“Yeah. I didn’t think we would end up not having any classes together. Being apart from you for the whole day… ” Sunghoon sighed before he finished his sentence, “that’ll take some time to get used to.”

“By some miracle, we ended up in the same class every year from kindergarten to fourth grade,” you replied. “Obviously I didn’t think we would have every single class together until 12th grade, but I didn’t think about how hard it would be to be without you.”

“Me neither,” said Sunghoon. "After we got off the bus in the morning and I said goodbye to you, I only saw you once more the whole day. Unfortunately, we were in the hallway and you were way too far away for me to say hi to you. But sitting through eight classes without you in any of them felt really weird, like there was something missing.”

“I didn’t see you at all. All I could do was sit through all my classes, lonely because I barely knew anyone. I missed you, Sunghoon. I don't know how I’m going to do this,” you said with a cracked voice. 

Sunghoon noticed you were about to cry, so he stopped skating and hugged you tightly. He let you rest your head on his shoulder as you cried. “It’s okay, y/n, don't cry.” 

“It’s not okay!” you retaliated. “How am I supposed to survive middle school without you?”

“We won’t be without each other,” Sunghoon assured you. “I’m still alive, you know. We can still hang out like this after school. And once school clubs open up, we can find one we both like. In the meantime, I’m sure you’ll make some new friends; you’re good at that. You won’t be lonely for long, I promise.”

There was something so reassuring about Sunghoon’s voice that made you feel better. He was right; he wasn’t going anywhere. Even if you couldn’t be together in class, you would still see each other all the time. “Thanks, Sunghoon,” you said softly.

“Mm-hmm,” he said as he pulled away from the hug and wiped away one last stray tear from your face. “Are you good to keep skating?”

“Yeah,” you answered, and the two of you continued to skate. The two of you were quiet for some time, and then a lightbulb went off in the boy’s head.

“y/n, what’s your locker number?”

“56. Why?” you asked.

“Nothing,” Sunghoon said slyly as a sneaky smile crept up onto his face, “I was just curious.” 

~~~

The next morning in second period, you were daydreaming instead of paying attention to the teacher. Among many other things, you were thinking of why Sunghoon wanted to know where your locker was. I’m sure it was nothing, you reasoned, but for some reason you couldn’t push the thought away.

After what seemed like forever, the bell rang and the class was dismissed. Your locker was right outside of that classroom, so you went there to switch out your things. As soon as you opened your locker, however, you were surprised to see a sticky note posted on the inside of the locker door. You were more surprised to see Sunghoon’s handwriting on it. Sunghoon had written you a note. It read,

What do you call a factory that makes okay products? Satisfactory!

You playfully scoffed at the joke before you continued to read the note. 

Now you have this corny joke to remember me by all day so you won’t miss me as much. I’ll see you after school :)

From, Sunghoon your favorite person

P.S. My locker number is 179. Do what you will with this information ;)

You were so happy that your best friend had done something that special for you. You took the note and carefully placed it inside the cover of your binder so you would never lose it. 

179, huh? You made sure to write Sunghoon a note in reply and put it in his locker before the day was over. 

And so began a tradition between you and Sunghoon. Every day you would place a note in the other’s locker, whether it was a corny joke or a word of encouragement if one of you had a big test or a blank note on April Fools day. You never skipped a day; the only way one of you wouldn’t receive a note was if the other person wasn’t at school that day. This continued far beyond the fifth grade. You kept this up all the way through middle school, and now, almost all the way through high school.

☆March 2021☆

You and Sunghoon were now high school seniors, still each other’s closest friend. 

Friend. You now shuddered to think of the word. You didn’t regret being by Sunghoon’s side for as long as you both could remember, but over the last two or so years you had developed feelings for him. You wished so badly that you could be more than friends, but you never brought the subject up to him because you didn’t want to risk what you’ve had since you were babies. The sophomore version of you figured that it was probably just a phase, that soon enough your little crush would go away and you wouldn’t have to worry about it anymore. 

How you wished that was the case.

Instead, your feelings were stronger than ever, and you found yourself constantly worrying. High school graduation was only three months away, and after that, the two of you were heading off to different universities. Would I have missed my chance by then?

Sunghoon, who was sitting next to you in history class, tapped his pencil on your desk, shaking you from your thoughts. You whipped your head in his direction, confused. He then pointed his pencil at the teacher, who was looking at you and expecting an answer. “I asked you a question, y/n.”

You glanced around the classroom and noticed that the whole class was staring at you. Embarrassed, you mumbled, “I’m sorry, Mr. Kim, I didn’t hear your question.”

Mr. Kim sighed in frustration. “I asked you what year the French Revolution started.”

You hesitated for a second. “Um, was it 1799?” you guessed, unsure of yourself.

“No,” he replied sharply. “1799 would be the year it came to an end. The revolution started in 1789. y/n, this is the third time I’ve caught you daydreaming during my class this week. I suggest you start paying attention.” And with that, he continued teaching.

You heard a few snickers around the room and you felt humiliated. You felt more blood than you thought you had rush to your face and you slouched down in your seat in shame. 

Sunghoon glanced over at you sympathetically. He gave you a sympathetic smile as if to say, “I’m sorry,” and you reciprocated his smile.

You tried your hardest to pay attention to Mr. Kim for the rest of the class period, but it wasn’t easy. In fact, you were so far gone that the bell’s ringing at the end of class escaped your notice. As Sunghoon was packing up his things, he noticed you staring off into space, so he tapped his pencil on your desk once again. “Class is over, y/n,” he said. You saw that half the class was already gone and Mr. Kim was giving you an evil look. “Oh,” you said as you began packing up your things. 

By the time you started to pack up, Sunghoon had already finished. You were lucky that he was nice enough to wait for you. “I’m sorry, Sunghoon,” you said apologetically.

“Don't apologize, y/n. I have no problem waiting for you,” he replied. “I have lunch right now anyways, so it doesn’t matter if I’m late.”

What did I do to deserve such an understanding friend?

Finally you finished packing up your things. “I’m ready to go now,” you said to Sunghoon as you put your backpack on.

“Okay, then,” he said. “Let’s go.” You walked with Sunghoon into the hallway.

“Is it an A day or a B day?” you asked as you walked alongside him. “I’m either going to study hall or AP Bio right now and I have no idea which one.” You hoped it was an A day, because you needed some time to yourself after what just happened in history.

“Today is a B day. You have a double period for Bio.” 

You sighed in frustration. “Ugh.”

The two of you went quiet for some time. Then Sunghoon finally broke the silence. “y/n, are you okay?”

You quickly glanced at your friend, not knowing what he was referring to. “Yeah. What made you think otherwise?”

“You seem so unfocused lately.”

“Okay, Mr. Kim,” you said sarcastically.

“I’m serious, y/n. And I’m not just talking about history class. Like, you’re always on top of things. These days you seem so forgetful. For example, you’re the one to always remind me whether it’s an A day or a B day, yet today you had no idea. I know you tend to daydream easily, but these days you just seem so out of it. Is there something on your mind? You know you can tell me anything.”

I like you, Sunghoon. I like you a lot, but I have no idea how to tell you. I’m scared of ruining our friendship. I have the constant feeling of running out of time before we go to college, and I don't want it to be too late before I finally get the courage to tell you how I feel.

Of course, you couldn’t tell him any of that. All you could say was, “Don't worry, Sunghoon. I’m fine.” You felt a bit guilty because you rarely hid things from Sunghoon. He was aware of nearly everything that had ever worried you. But you just couldn’t bring yourself to tell him about this.

Sunghoon didn’t believe that you were as fine as you said you were. He thought that there was no way something wasn’t bothering you, not with you like this. However, he wasn’t the kind to pry, and he trusted that you would come to him once you felt comfortable. He said, “Okay. If you ever need anything, you know I’m here for you.”

You simply nodded, and the two of you continued to walk in silence until you approached the AP Bio classroom.

“I’ll see you later,” you said.

“Yeah. Um, I have ice skating practice after school today, but I’ll FaceTime you as soon as I get home. I’ll see you then.” He then smiled at you and said, “Keep your head up, okay?”

Once again, you responded by nodding your head. Sunghoon waved you goodbye and he was off to his next destination.

You watched hopelessly as he walked away, and you didn’t enter the classroom until he was completely gone from your sight.

~~~

As soon as you got home from school, you went straight to your room and onto your bed. You pulled your sheets over your head and closed your eyes, trying hard not to think about anything. You were mentally exhausted from thinking so much. Of course, your efforts to not think about the things that stressed you only made you think about them more. Finally, you felt yourself drift into sleep.

After some time, your eyes fluttered open and you checked your phone to see the time. You were out for two and a half hours. You wanted to face your problems instead of avoiding them, so you sat up on your bed and decided to call your friend Sunoo. Sunoo’s good with stuff like this, you thought as your phone rang. You bit your nails as you anxiously waited for him to pick up.

“Hey,” you heard Sunoo say finally.

“Hey Sunoo,” you replied. “What’s up?”

“Nothing much, how about you?”

“Well, I kind of wanted to talk to you about something.”

“Go ahead, I’m listening.”

You took a deep breath to get rid of the nervous energy before you explained. “See, there’s someone that I like. A lot. It’s been a while since I’ve felt this way, but I don't know how to tell him how I feel. We’ve been friends for a long time now, and the last thing I want to do is ruin our friendship right before we head off to different colleges.”

“Oh,” said Sunoo. “Sunghoon, right?”

You felt your heart skip a beat and you raised an eyebrow. That’s suspicious. That’s weird. I’m pretty sure I never told Sunoo that I like Sunghoon. In fact, I didn’t tell anybody… “Um, yeah. How did you know it’s Sunghoon?”

Everyone and their uncle knows you and Sunghoon like each other. I’m pretty sure you two are the only people who don't know. You guys make it painfully obvious, Sunoo thought. “Um, uh, well I know Sunghoon has been your closest friend for a long time now. I figured if there was anyone you liked, it would be Sunghoon.”

“I suppose so,” you said.

“You should tell Sunghoon how you feel.” 

You didn’t answer. You wished there was another way around this problem, but there wasn’t. The only option you had was to tell Sunghoon how you felt about him.

“y/n? Are you there?”

Shaken from your thoughts, you hopelessly said, “I can’t, Sunoo. I’m too scared.”

You heard Sunoo sigh before he responded. “There’s a chance he might like you too. But you have to shoot your shot, y/n. Because if you don't, one day you’ll be forty years old, wondering what might have been if you had told the boy you liked when you were 17 how you felt.”

You hated how right Sunoo was. “Sure, there might be a chance that he likes me too,” you started, not believing for a second the statement you just said, “But what if he doesn’t? I will have ruined our friendship.”

“I doubt something like that would ruin your friendship,” said Sunoo. “The bond between you two is incredibly strong, probably stronger than you realize. It’s gonna take a lot more than that to break you guys up. Of course, if he didn’t reciprocate your feelings, things might be awkward for some time, but eventually things will return to normal. Sunghoon would never leave you no matter what, and I know you wouldn’t leave him either.”

“Yeah, I guess so. But how do I even go about telling Sunghoon that I like him?”

“y/n, you’re way overcomplicating this. It’s a lot easier than you think. All you have to do is say the words: ‘Sunghoon, I like you.’ Repeat after me: ‘Sunghoon, I like you.’”

“Sunghoon, I like you,” you mumbled with clenched teeth.

“Louder, y/n, I can’t hear you,” Sunoo teased in a singsong voice.

You took a deep breath. “Sunghoon, I like you.”

“That’s more like it,” Sunoo said, satisfied. Then, all of a sudden he got an idea. “Don't y’all leave notes in each other’s lockers every day?”

You weren’t sure where Sunoo was going with this. “Yeah, why?”

“Slip a note in his locker asking him to meet you at the skating rink tomorrow after school. It should be easy to tell him then.”

You had to admit that it was a good idea. Wait. Tomorrow? “Tomorrow? That soon?”

“Mmm-hmm,” Sunoo answered without hesitation. “I don't see why not. Otherwise you’ll keep pushing it off and you’ll never actually do it.”

At this point, you were almost infuriated by how right Sunoo was. 

“Okay, bet. I’ll do it tomorrow.”

“You better. In fact, I’ll make sure I call you before I go to bed to ask you how it went.” 

You laughed a little. “I hear you laughing!” said Sunoo in a playful tone. “I’m serious, I will call you.” 

You heard your mom call you for dinner. “Yeah. Listen, Sunoo, I have to go now, but thanks so much for the talk. I really needed that.”

“No problem, y/n, I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

“Okay, bye.” 

You put down your phone. I can do this, you said to yourself, feeling more determined than ever.

~~~

Not even five minutes after Sunoo got off the phone with you, he received another call. Who could that be? He thought to himself as he looked away from his homework and at his phone. A sneaky smile appeared on his face when he saw who was calling him. 

“Hi Sunghoon,” said Sunoo as he picked up the phone.

“Hey,” said Sunghoon. “Uh, I called because I need to talk to you about something.”

Sunoo could see where he was going. “Of course. I’m all ears.”

“Well, there’s someone at school that I’ve liked for a while, but I really don't know how to tell them. I’m also worried that I might ruin our friendship.”

The smile wouldn’t come off Sunoo’s face, no matter how he tried. Are y/n and Sunghoon really that oblivious? “Park Sunghoon, it’s about time you talked to me about this.”

Sunghoon was confused. “What do you mean?”

“It’s y/n, isn’t it?”

“Yeah,” said Sunghoon, more confused than before. “But what do you mean ‘it’s about time’?”

“Sunghoon, everyone knows that you like y/n. I’m not sure you could make it any more obvious. The way you look and smile at them when they’re talking to you says everything. You’re obviously whipped. When I first noticed, I was so excited for you, and I wanted to talk to you about it. But I didn’t want to bring it up first because that might have made you uncomfortable. So I waited. It’s been two long years.”

Sunghoon could feel his face flush red with embarrassment. Sunoo really said “This you?”

“Oh,” Sunghoon replied softly. “Well, does y/n know? Do you think they like me too?”

No, they don't know. They’re just as oblivious as you. It kills me how unaware of each other you guys are. Sunoo took a deep breath and chose his next words very carefully. “I can’t say. The only way you’ll know for sure is if you ask.” 

“But I can’t tell y/n how I feel. I might ruin our friendship.”

Oh my god, thought Sunoo, it’s almost like they share the same brain. Sunoo assured Sunghoon that he wouldn’t ruin his friendship by telling you how he felt about you. Then, to spice things up, he decided to give Sunghoon the same suggestion he gave you.

“Wait, you might be on to something,” said Sunghoon.

“I know,” said Sunoo, “it’s a gift of mine.” 

“That’s actually a good idea, Sunoo. I’ll try it. I have to go now though, I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

“Alright, see ya.”

Sunoo hung up the phone, feeling quite proud of himself. “I love it when a plan comes together,” Sunoo said out loud as he continued his homework. 

~~~

It was third period the next day. Calculus was your favorite subject, and the one you usually paid the most attention in. Not today, though. All you could think about was going to Sunghoon’s locker and putting the note in there. Once you did, there would be no going back. 

You pulled out the note you had written from your folder. Meet me at the ice rink after school today, there’s something I want to tell you :) was what you had written. You stared at the piece of paper as if it would eat you alive. Your hands became sweaty and you could feel your heart racing. How could something so simple torment you so much?

The sound of the bell ringing interrupted your thoughts. Calculus was over, and it was time to go to lunch. You packed up your things and left the classroom. This was usually the time of day when you would slip your daily note into Sunghoon’s locker, so today before you went to lunch, you started to make your way there. It was the same time that Sunghoon would normally do the same thing (except he was on his way to physics), so you two would cross paths in the hallway. 

Today when you crossed paths, you quickly said “hi” with a smile to each other. Of course, you both knew that you were going to each other’s lockers, but what you didn’t know was that you had the exact same message for each other. 

As you approached Sunghoon’s locker, your heartbeat quickened and your temperature rose, making your glasses foggy. With shaky hands, you put in the combination on the lock and opened his locker. You stood there for a moment, negative scenarios flashing through your mind. You thought about what you would be risking (which, by the way, was everything). We’ve built so much over the years. Do I even dare? 

You fixed your gaze on the small, blue, diamond-shaped magnet on the door of Sunghoon’s locker. Every day since fifth grade, you would use that magnet to attach your message to his locker. He had managed to keep the same one all these years. You were so used to seeing it everyday, yet soon enough you wouldn’t be seeing it anymore. That reminded you that you didn’t want to lose your chance with Sunghoon. It’s now or never.

You took a deep breath, then attached the note to the inside of the locker door. Before you could think about taking it back, you closed the locker shut and headed off to lunch. There was no turning back.

After lunch, you went to your locker to switch out your books. Once you opened it, you saw Sunghoon’s note... It wasn’t anything near what you were expecting. Your heart skipped a beat, and your eyes opened wider than you thought they could. "Meet me at the rink after school, there’s something important I need to tell you."

As if you weren’t more nervous today than you had ever been in your whole life, Sunghoon’s note sent you into anxiety overdrive. What could Sunghoon possibly have to tell me? There were endless possibilities. You thought for a second that maybe, just maybe, he wanted to tell you the same thing you wanted to tell him. But you immediately rejected that idea and laughed it off. Don't be ridiculous, y/n. 

You convinced yourself that it likely had something to do with his ice skating - he probably had been invited to a championship or something like that. It wasn’t the first time Sunghoon had invited you to the rink so he could tell you something important. It was just a coincidence that you both had big news that day. You switched out your books and walked to your next class feeling confident. 

~~~

When you made it to the rink after school, you saw that Sunghoon was already there, putting on his skates. “You’re late,” he teased. 

“Yah, no I’m not! Just cuz you got here first doesn’t mean I’m late. I’m here after school, aren’t I?” you said as you playfully punched his arm. 

Sunghoon burst out into laughter. “y/n, what was that? That didn’t even hurt.”

“I could have made it hurt if I wanted to,” you teased. “You’re lucky I’m nice.”

You went to get your skates, and a few minutes later you both were skating alongside each other. You and Sunghoon were talking to each other, but it was mostly small talk. It was obvious that you both were preoccupied with what you wanted to tell each other. 

“How’s your sister?” you asked.

“She’s doing good.”

A pause. 

“Have you decided on a topic for the English essay?” Sunghoon asked.

“I’m most likely going to do the Civil War. You?”

“I’m doing the Industrial Revolution.”

“Nice.”

Another pause.

Sunghoon sighed as he ran his fingers through his hair, a habit you noticed he had when he was nervous. “Let’s get rid of the elephant in the room. We both have stuff to tell each other," he said.

You felt your heart rate go up and you found yourself playing with your fingers to ward off the nervous energy. “Mmm-hmm.” 

Sunghoon noticed that you were a bit uneasy. “Do you want me to go first?”

As much as you wanted to say yes, you didn’t trust yourself to not chicken out at the last minute. It took every nerve in your body for you to say, “I’ll go first.” 

“Okay. I’m ready when you are.”

“It’s definitely a big one,” you said. You stopped skating, and Sunghoon followed. You were so nervous that you couldn’t even make eye contact with him. I can do this, you thought to yourself as you began.

“Well, Sunghoon, we’ve been best friends since the beginning, you know? And, um, through all these years you’ve been there for me through thick and thin. You’ve honestly been the best friend I’ve ever had. Well, you see, it’s been about two years since I started feeling differently about you. I’ve been dying for so long to tell you how I feel, but I was scared that I might ruin our friendship. But I’ve been thinking a lot about my feelings lately, and I just can’t hide this from you anymore.”

Are they about to tell me what I think they are? Sunghoon thought to himself.

You took a deep breath before you continued. “I guess what I mean to say is,” you said as you finally looked up to make eye contact with Sunghoon, “is that I like you, Sunghoon. Could we be more than friends?”

At this point, you were insanely anxious. Your heart was beating out of your chest, and you thought you could faint. And it didn’t help that Sunghoon wasn’t saying anything, just staring at you. What you didn’t know was that he was just as anxious as you; he was just better at keeping it all in than you. He could hardly believe that he had just heard those words from you.

You immediately broke eye contact with Sunghoon and looked off to the side so he couldn’t see how embarrassed you were. “Or not,” you mumbled. “I mean if you don't wanna be more than friends that’s okay I mean we can still be friends that’s completely fine I just hope I haven’t ruined everything oh God who am I kidding what have I done-”

You were interrupted by the sound of Sunghoon sighing. Out of the corner of your eye you could see him smiling from ear to ear. You turned your head to face him and said, “What?”

“Stop rambling already.” 

Before you had time to process what he said, he leaned in and quickly, yet softly, kissed your cheek. You were in utter shock and disbelief, and you felt your face go hot. A tiny smile came across your face.

Sunghoon saw your glasses fogging up and that’s when he knew you were blushing. He decided to tease you. “Aw, I make you flustered.”

You became playfully defensive and flicked his hand. “Yah! No you don't.”

Sunghoon laughed. “Yes I do,” he said as he swiftly took your hand and intertwined it with his. He swung your hand up and down and his smile got even bigger as your eyes lit up. “You look like the pleading eyes emoji right now.”

You let out a nervous yet happy laugh. “Sunghoon, you’re killing me.” Never in your wildest dreams did you think this moment would ever come to be.

Sunghoon cleared his throat. “In all seriousness though, y/n, I really like you too.”

“I’m so glad I was able to get that out,” you said as you let out a happy sigh. “I’d been keeping it in for a long time. I was so worried about messing up our friendship and especially over the past few weeks I’ve been worried about once we go to college, we’ll be physically apart. Thankfully, though, yesterday I talked to Sunoo about everything and he really helped me muster the courage to tell you how I feel.”

Sunghoon’s heart skipped a beat when you mentioned Sunoo. There’s no way. “Oh, you talked to Sunoo? I heard he’s good with stuff like that. What did he say?”

“You know, he told me that it was better for me to shoot my shot so that down the road I wouldn't regret not taking a chance. And he was right. I don't regret this at all.”

“Well, I’m glad you told me, because I would really like to be more than friends with you. And, um, I’m not worried about going off to different colleges or being physically apart. I believe in us; we’ll find a way.”

“Then I’m not worried about it either,” you said, relieved. 

“I’m glad,” Sunghoon said. “Does Saturday work for a date? I can pick you up at your house around 7:00.”

“That sounds great, Sunghoon.”

“Perfect,” said Sunghoon, his smile bigger than ever. “You wanna keep skating now?”

“Yeah,” you answered. “I’d like that.”

You and Sunghoon continued to skate, and the rest of the afternoon was filled with happiness and laughter. The smiles never came off either of your faces, and neither of you had even thought of letting go of the other’s hand. The two of you were so happy in this moment and you didn’t want it to end. 

All good things must come to an end, though, and your afternoon with Sunghoon was no different. Sunghoon felt his phone vibrate in the pocket of his hoodie and he pulled it out. His mom had sent him a text. “My mom’s asking me where I am,” said Sunghoon with a twinge of disappointment. “I guess I can’t blame her; we’ve been here for almost four hours. I should get going.” 

“No problem Sunghoon. I should probably get home as well. I need to get started on my homework.”

You and Sunghoon left the rink, still holding hands. You two were parked next to each other in the parking lot, and there you said your goodbyes. Before you went in your car, however, you thought of something. “Hey, Sunghoon, did you have anything in mind you wanted to tell me when you invited me here? You know, anything not related to what I told you?”

“Nope. That was exactly it,” Sunghoon said with a smile. “Believe it or not, I also talked to Sunoo yesterday evening.”

“No way,” you said, a bit dumbfounded. “Did you actually?”

“Yeah. Looks like great minds think alike.” He gave you a wink, and before he turned around to get in his car, he said, “I’ll see you on Saturday.”

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.... any succession fic recs? 👀

Yes!! I haven't read a lot for it yet, but some of the stuff I've read has been staggeringly good. I'm generally more into gen fic in this particular fandom, but have enjoyed some Stewy x Kendall, Gerri x Roman and Naomi x Tabitha too.

A few recs under the cut!

“I wanted to get out. From under all this. Take the money and run.”

Kendall tells Stewy even though he knows he’ll never get it, not like Naomi does. He’ll never understand the crush of it, the heart-stopping head-fucking fear of failing a tyrant. Kendall’s been ignoring the shape of it for a long time, putting pieces of it together in the back of his mind in total darkness like a blindfolded man. It doesn’t matter that one day his dad will die. It doesn’t matter about the money or the hostile takeover or the stolen files or any of it. There’s no running. Kendall’s Logan Roy lives inside his head.

Stewy laughs. Stewy laughs for a long time.

“There is no out, Ken, what the fuck are you talking about? You were born this and you’ll die this. You are what you are, and what you are is a fucking Roy.”

Kendall hates him, for a moment. Lightning-strike furious. What the fuck does he know about any of it, about his dad’s swinging dinner plate-sized hands, about getting 24% name recognition in reliable international polling, about puking every time you think about a car swerving off the road in the rain. About finding out that you can do something unthinkably, unimaginably terrible, and it doesn’t matter to anyone you know but you. There’s a scar on his arm that no one else who hasn’t already been told how it got there can ever know about, and he’s sick of it, and it’s not fair. He hates Stewy for a moment because Stewy’s right.

“I wanted to do the right thing, Stewy, for once in my fucking life.”

Stewy laughs again, more briefly, and the predator flash of his eyes in the neon of the motel sign is a torture all its own.

‘There is no right and wrong, Ken. How the fuck do you not know that yet? Not for people like you. Like us. There’s shit you get caught doing and there’s shit you don’t.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about. You really, really fucking don’t,” says Ken, and fuck, there it is. The road less travelled, that only he has ever driven on. The path he’s down where Stewy can’t follow. That place beyond Stewy Hosseini where he never thought he could go.

“You’re not telling me something, and when I find out what that is, and I will find out what it is, Kendall, don’t you think I won’t, so I am warning you that when I do find out I am going to be righteously fucking pissed,” says Stewy, and if Kendall thought those were a predator’s eyes before—

“Yeah, you will,” says Kendall, because he knows exactly how perceptive Stewy is. Exactly how weak he is. Exactly, precisely what both of them are.

And treat this night like it’ll happen again by postcardmystery. 8k words. Kendall x Stewy. Post s2. (CW: internalised homophobia, some homophobic language)

I tried to pick a shorter excerpt, but I literally couldn’t, this fic is so. good. The voices are pitch perfect, and it’s got this incredible build to it overall that goes back and forth between time and point of views and just rips your heart out. The premise itself is pretty simple – after the press conference at the end of 2.10, Kendall calls Stewy, and they drive through rural America while Kendall has a breakdown, and it’s just - - unspeakably good. I love it so so so much, I have no words.

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AITA for accusing my father of multiple crimes on his own news station? By amleth 3k words. Gen fic. Post s2.

And now for something completely different – epistolary fic which is just reddit news threads of the Roy family drama. I love an epistolary fic and this is just totally charming, and made me laugh a lot out loud.

“You’re quiet,” she observes. “That’s a first.”

“Yeah, well, the Turks beat it out of me. Gave you a run for their money.” He waggles his eyebrows. “So what is this? Whips and chains? Are we doing the whole boat-sex thing? I heard Shiv and Tom are looking for a third —“

Gerri finds what she’s looking for: a black leather binder. She drops it on the bed and begins paging through it, and Roman cranes his neck enough to recognize that it’s just full of documents, not like, dick pics. “I’ve given some thought to what you proposed a few weeks ago, and I agree that we should make things official in some way,” she says, and he blinks.

“Uh,” he says. “Which — what part of it?”

“Take a look.”

Gerri closes the folio and hands it over. It’s deceptively heavy, and the print on these pages is way too fucking fine, he thinks, paging through it. “Is this some kind of, like, Fifty Shades of Roy sex contract? Because it’s not that I’m not into it, but I think there’s a strong argument for going paperless —”

“Strictly speaking, this isn’t legally binding,” Gerri says. “Just something I threw together with regard to our business arrangement going forward. But with no respect to the family — the past few weeks have really illustrated that no one should take anyone at their word right now. Give me a little more than your word.”

Evacuation strategies for a yacht on fire by devourthemoon. 11k words. Gerri x Roman. Post s2. Explicit.

After the events of s2, Roman and Gerri fake being married as a professional alliance, only, y’know, maybe it’s not so fake. This fic is just so, so much fun, and messy in the best possible way. The author nails all the character voices, and the sex scenes are just the right amount of hot and ridiculous, and I just love it all a lot too.

Kendall estimates it will take an hour for the first articles to go up. Some rapid-fire blog without oversight—the New York Post, maybe, or wherever those Vaulter hippies have skulked off to—will slap a catchy headline on it and report his words verbatim. Give or take a gif of his face when he switches to script number two. New York Times, Washington Post, AP, those fuckers take longer. They like to bleed the story like Middle Ages plague doctors for its marrow, fact-check and add context and analysis and as many backlinks as their servers can handle. Still, a couple of hours, and his face will be plastered on every major news outlet. His voice will play over the nightly talk shows. He’ll trend on Twitter. A few more days, and he’ll be the star of analysis segments, podcasts, weekly briefings. Maybe, fuck it, maybe he’ll trend on Twitter again.

It’s been years since Kendall read Shakespeare. But that shit sticks with you, gets under your skin and emerges when you least expect it, like eczema or Keynesian economics. He knows how the media will spin this. Kendall Roy Attacks CEO Logan for Years of Corruption. Prodigal Son Disrupts Family Legacy to Restore Credibility. That’s how Hamlet ends, right? And Macbeth, Lear, Othello, Romeo and Juliet, even Titus fucking Andronicus. The spilled blood sinks into the ground, the seedlings sprout forth from the soil, and a new castle is built on the bones. Order out of chaos, or at least close enough an approximation that the tabloids will buy it.

Legacy for profit by owlinaminor Post-2.10. Kendall Roy. Kendall through Shakespeare analogies – just - - ooooof. It's a beautiful, lyrical character study that weaves through Roy family history and teases at a future none of them are even sure they want. It's gorgeous writing.

For the next few days Shiv would have to keep the pressure on Kira like an open wound because there were other women, victims that Nate’s people were going to find one by one as soon as that phone call disconnected. Mo was her father’s friend, good friend, for a long, long time. Nate and Gil, Sandy and Stewy, too many sharks in the water and the share price probably dipped to a new low but she would never check a stock ticker. Her husband’s nerves fraying at the edges on national television. She had promised a woman she’d never met before that she would kill roughly one third of the top male executives of her family’s company. Her company.

The last look Rhea gave her before she shut the car door was concern close to fear—no longer the same woman who heard their pitch in the safe room, who laughed with her at Argestes. Rhea had only looked into the abyss; she got cold feet and she didn’t even know what it’s like to grow up in it.

Her family’s company is hers, will be hers. Even from a whale fall, new life would spring.

Feed his flesh to wayward daughters by reogulus. 2k words. Shiv Roy. Set during 2.09.

This entire fic is set around Shiv bribing Kira not to testify, and god, it is so good. It’s bleak and rough, and really hones in on the complex ground Shiv walks as a character. It's another brilliant study of what it takes to be a Roy, and the way they make the awful choices in order to fulfill this legacy that they don't even know they want.

Kendall sets down his fork. “So. Tell me. Is it everything you wanted? Is it what you thought it would be?”

Roman stills. He never does that. He’s constantly a menace in motion, slouching and fidgeting, worse even than Kendall at his amphetamine peak. “What? The view from the tippy-tippy-top?”

“His regard.” Kendall wipes his mouth with the edge of the white cloth napkin. It comes away pink from the steak. “Dad. He’s all yours now.”

Roman still hasn’t moved. Finally, he lurches, like corroded machinery come uncertainly to life. “Yeah, man. It’s fucking tight as hell. I love every beautiful daddy and me moment I was a good enough little boy to earn.” He snorts. “Fuck you.” His face goes curiously slack then, like something Kendall’s own face would do. An intermission in the performance, an energy cut. Something genuine finding its way to the surface. “Why don’t you tell me. When you got everything you wanted, how the fuck did that make you feel?”

Nauseous, is the first word that springs to mind. Sick. Scared. I’ve never had everything I wanted, there’s that. I’ve never once had a single fucking thing I wanted. There’s that, too.

Interim leadership by arbitrarily 2k words. Roman + Kendall. Post s2.

I love Roman and Kendall scenes generally, but this one which features Kendall and Roman meeting for the first time a few months after the press conference in 2.10 is just a bit magic. The push pull dynamic that's just inherent to them mixed with the genuine affection and brotherly love is really special, and arbitrarily embraces both in equal measure. It's a great little fic.

There are lots more of course, and I'd also recommend checking out other works by these authors, but I hope this is a good place to start! :-)

#hbo succession #succession fic #fic recs #welcome to my ama #kendall x stewy #gerri x roman

[madfatty]

the finn nelson agenda - an mmfd  fic #27

Long time, no see. I come bearing gift.  Consider this my woefully inadequate attempt to distract you for a few moments from the shit-show that is now.

The plan is for this to be one of eight or nine stories about Finn falling for Rae, as told by the people who watched it happened. The collection is tentatively titled, ‘Why Are You So Blind?” and this one is from Finn’s POV.

What I’ve learned is that I can’t write it in the order that it ought to be read, so they’ll go up as they’re finished (if they’re finished). This is probably third or fourth from the end, so for the time being, we’ll pretend it’s a stand alone.

My thanks to the most lovely and much missed @bitchy-broken for planting the seed and my dearest @slitherouter for listening to me read it in many of it’s various forms and for the words that inspired both me and the title

..  my secret agenda is actually just to sit in your room and show you my favorite songs while you explain different things you have on your wall or your desk to me

Things Finn Nelson says

(a thing that Shiri said. I mean, *GAH* right. I love her SO much.)

Ta very much to @late-to-the-sexy-party for her thoughts and enthusiasm.  Big love and thanks to the wondrous @endemictoearth for giving it a twice-over and the benefit of her talent and experience. She made it infinitely better. Thank you, my gorgeous.  

And finally, thank you dear reader, for giving this a go.

the finn nelson agenda

It’s one of those lazy, late summer days he’d spent all term daydreaming about, slouched in the back corner of some classroom, tapping out bass lines on his desk or scribbling band names and song lyrics all over his binder.  Staring out the window while elaborate fantasies built of music, football and girls, all vividly drawn, played out against the white noise of his reality. He feels the waste of it; counting down the seconds to the end of the hour, the end of the day, the end of school.

None of that matters now.  There are still weeks left of the holidays and each day is filled with even more promise now that Rae’s around. Days like today. While there are thousands of elsewheres he imagines himself being between nine and three during term, today Rutlands will do just fine.

All his mates are here, there’s tunes and booze and a sense of time being stretched out and suspended in the liquid amber of the golden afternoon. It’s almost perfect. The only thing missing is the girl. And fingers crossed, she’ll be here soon too, because Finn’s beginning to realise things are just better when she’s there.

Where was she though? He’s been a twitching mess the whole time they’ve been here, checking his watch every few seconds, never registering the time, but still feeling the drag of it.  Not toward the end of something now, but the start.

Ever since the party, he’s tried to find time every day to get her on own, but it isn’t easy. She’s quickly become the centre around which they all revolve, so competition for her attention is huge. This means he spends a lot of his time waiting to share hers. He prowls an invisible periphery, ever watchful for his chance. They don’t come up nearly as often as he’d like so he’s had to get creative.  

Now, depending on how late he gets in from a long day of almost being together, there’s a new nightly ritual he follows; home, a quick shower and something to eat, then he makes a mug of tea and a cosy nest and dials her number with shaking hands. The last of his preparations is pressing ‘play’ on the carefully curated backing tracking for their conversation while he listens nervously for her to pick up.  

Even then, he has to share her with her family. The sniping and the bickering between her and her mum, the deep warm tones of a hesitant male voice, a rumble in the background.

He can hear the life she complains about going on behind her, crowded and noisy and messy; the chaos and the lack of privacy, he can’t help feel how much he wants to be in the middle of it.

What he’d really like is to show up at her door with a bag full of music and a couple of sneaky cans of lager. He’d happily listen to her mum bitch about the ladies she works with at the hospital and watch football with Karim or help out with the birds if it means that eventually, they can escape upstairs to her room, because even though Finn’s only really been to her house the once, (if you didn’t count the apology), he likes it there. Finn’s got a secret wish; to sit in her room, sharing his favourite songs while she talks about her books, and her posters and all those weird little toy things that cover her desk. He wants to find out about all of it. To know everything about her.

However, despite his best -obvious, desperate - efforts, she hasn’t taken any of the heavy hints he’s dropped to ask him over again, so he’s going to invite her ‘round to his. He’s going to ask her today because he wants so badly for her to come and fill his house with her smile and her smell and her stories and yeah, to make some stories of their own.

He’d tried again, last night at the pub. Just as they were all getting ready to leave, with his heart in his mouth - ‘cause that’s always where it is when Rae’s around, when it’s not in his eyes or on his sleeve, - he’d stuttered out an offer to collect her this morning. His plan was to get there super early so they could just hang out on their own. He’d been prepared for her ‘no’ but it didn’t stop the curl of disappointment when she gave it.

Sometimes he worries that that night at hers didn’t mean as much to Rae as it did (hell, still DOES) to him, that it was just a random kindness, not the revelation that he’d felt, and to her he was just a guy having a bad night that she’d taken pity on. Other times, he believes she can feel this thread between them too. A delicate thing but he thinks it’s getting stronger, can feel it getting tighter somewhere around his ribs.  No longer nothing, but not quite the something he’s hoping for.

Finn doesn’t want to test that thread, in case he tugs too hard and it snaps. He can’t help feeling that he needs to do something though, because it doesn’t matter what Archie says about it, there’s this niggle inside him that says all it would take would be for Archie to finally decide that he really did want her, and with the crook of his finger, Rae would come running.

He’s separated himself slightly from the others, coiled up tight in the shade of a nearby tree, his back to the bark, the pinch and bite of it through his t-shirt not enough to distract him from his vigil.

Cigarette butts lie in an untidy circle around his feet.  His ears are straining past the drone of the radio and the fat buzzing noise of insects, tuning out the prattle of the others for the first sign of her. Her name caught up in the pulse behind his eyes.  Everything is so loud inside his head.

He’s about to risk asking Izzy for a third time if she’s sure Rae knew exactly where they’d be when Rae appears. The anxiety of her absence is replaced with the relief of her proximity. The physical response is exactly the same. The next breath he takes is easier than the one before.

He doesn’t care what it looks like. It’s not enough to be near her anymore; he can’t bear any distance between them.  It makes him brave. Or crazy.  

Without consultation, his body moves with deliberate intent. He turns the music up, up, and reaches for another can, trying to fill his belly with something other than butterflies, hoping that his counterfeit swagger hides the jelly of his knees.  Finn lets himself fall – continue to fall, he’s been falling for a week, pushed from a plane without a parachute – to land beside to her.

He must have lost his mind. It’s the only way to explain his behaviour.  He’s got her pinned to the ground from shoulder to ankle like some sort of lunatic but that’s not the insane part. No, the insane part is his brain trying to convince him that if he doesn’t grab hold of her hand like he so desperately wants to, she won’t notice that he has her pinned to the ground from shoulder to ankle like some sort of lunatic. For fuck’s sake, it’s screaming, don’t hold her hand because then she’ll know. Like that’s where all his subtlety would disappear. He holds fast to his wrist, pinning the would-be offending hand to his chest; a single idiotic attempt at self-restraint.

It’s all he can do to lie here, outwardly calm while inside he’s vibrating so hard his teeth are rattling, his heart bouncing so fiercely off his ribs any minute now he’ll come loose from the ground. His tongue lies thick and useless in his mouth, dry despite the beer.

He hopes his deafening silence reads like casual confidence to her.  

The weight of the sun and the heat from the ground beneath him, simultaneously seeps in and rises up to meet in the middle of him. Yet neither burns him like the length of her body under the press of his arm and the cage of his legs.  A sheen of sweat covers his body, caught between his skin and his clothes. It tickles along his hairline, behind his ears and slides down the sides of his neck.

Everything inside the moment is sharp and highly defined. He can feel each breath that fills her lungs. Everything outside of a three foot radius blurs in his field of vision. It’s coming in waves, all at once and he doesn’t know which bits to savour, which bits to focus on and what to put away for later. He has to keep sneaking looks at her just to make sure this is really happening. Rae on the other hand, has her face turned skyward, barely acknowledging his presence, unmoved by the miracle that’s changing his life.

He’s filling up with her. His head, his heart, his bones. Every nerve is exposed. It’s all stinging nettles and ants itching under his skin.

He couldn’t have stood if you paid him. Dizzy from the blood roaring in his ears before it raced south.

She hasn’t pushed him away.

What would she do, if he just stopped thinking and did what his body was screaming out to do; if he rolled over and covered her body with his own. What would she say? If he gave in to the impulse and kissed those maddening pink lips, lush and full, and coaxed her sharp acid tongue into his own mouth, to taste the sweetness he’s seen her gift to others?

What she must feel like under the long cotton sleeves of her shirt, and  what might that do to him; finally touching her skin. He’s never fantasised about forearms before, or calves or even feet. Her pale wrist under his thick fingers, or the crook of her elbow beneath his lips.  The curve of her shoulder, the tip of her ear, the back of her knee. To see and touch and memorize. To know if his hands have guessed the way of her correctly.

Lying here, so close to everything he longs for, his thoughts slide inevitably to those most recently taken up residence in his brain, a divine carnal loop he indulges in almost hourly, the heavy press of her breasts against him, the torment of that smug mouth around his cock, the taste of her cunt, should he ever be blessed enough to be invited.

He has to stop that line of thought before his body gives him away. Before he can’t help himself anymore and he takes hold of her hand and places it on his hardening cock – do you see now? This is what being near you does to me. This is me, all the time, thinking about the back of your neck and the length of your leg and what sort of knickers you’re wearing or if you’re wearing any knickers at all. Look at me Rae, I’m trying to tell you that I … that I’m a mess about you. My head and my sheets and my record collection. The smell of green apple makes me hard, costs my dad a fortune at the green grocers. I can’t sleep, can’t leave myself alone, imagining your hand down my pants, your tongue in my mouth, the sounds that you’d make with my fingers inside you. I… I… Even in his own head he can’t say the word. Even he knows it’s too soon, but… Like is not enough, although he does like her. Desire is a stupid overused word, a song lyric that rhymes with ‘fire’. Want. He definitely wants her.

Can you see, Rae?

He can’t tell which one of them is trembling.

She still hasn’t pushed him away.

She’s quiet. He doesn’t like it as much when she’s quiet; it makes him nervous. Everything about her makes him nervous but at least when she’s talking, he has some idea of what she’s thinking and right now he needs to know what’s going on in her head. So he asks.

Her answer makes him laugh. It’s not exactly what he was hoping for until she laughs too. It’s treacle over his jangled nerves. They take the same breath and he feels her relax beneath him, which is when his brain detonates.

With the shittest timing in the world, Chop’s hissing Kendo’s name.

Kendo’s a mate of Chop’s older brother Robbie and a wannabe hard man.  He’s also a prize dickhead but that doesn’t stop Chop trying too hard to look cool in front of him, although Finn can see he’s shitting himself in case Kendo makes him look like a twat. Right now, Finn thinks Chop’s doing okay on his own on that score.

Rae stiffens. She sits up and Finn can’t help but follow, caught up as he is in her gravitational pull. All the ease from a few seconds before is gone. Everything that’s said in the next two minutes sounds like it’s being spoken underwater because Finn can’t focus on anything but the distance she’s trying to put between them without physically moving.

The damage is done by the time Kendo finally slithers off, dragging the corpse of the mood he’s killed behind him.

Finn’s still up in his head about how he’s going to get Rae to lay back down with him or if that moment’s gone for good, so he’s not really listening when Chloe asks her question. He says ‘yeah, course’ two seconds before his brain catches up with his mouth and just as he’s trying to scramble back from his offer, Rae’s telling them she can’t go. The ground drops out from under him and his heart is flailing, doing a Wile E. Coyote over his gut.

Wait, wait, a minute ago we were on our way to perfect. Fucking Chop. Fucking Kendo. Fucking fuck.

He’s reeling but before he can find a way to get them back to where they were, a shadow falls over them and Chloe’s voice, brittle and insistent.

“Rae, can I speak with you? Privately.”

Fucking Chloe.

For a moment hope soars because he can feel Rae’s reluctance to move but it’s only for a moment; she’s pulling away now and she’s taking all the warm and the hope with her. He sits there among the shattered bits of the beautiful bubble they’d been floating in, with his unasked question filling up his throat and his eyes closed because he can’t stand to watch her walk away.  

#madfatty spouts off #mmfd fanfic #the finn nelson agenda #a part of the 'why are you so blind?' collection #if and when it eventuates #i made this #27 #i'll fix any fuckups tomorrow #now i gotta sleep

[maikatc]

Black Sun Tale | Bread and Water

Remember that this is only a first draft with minor edits, but have fun reading! Comments and reception is greatly appreciated! --- “What I came up with today? Uh…,” Flipped some pages, “I came up with two new characters earlier?”

The city streets screeched with traffic noise and crowds chattering, smoke surrounding the air with a bar across the avenue. 

“Gabriel’s story’s kinda sad. He killed this guy named Wren, but they were like brothers.”

Off between two aged buildings, an alleyway poked out with barely any notice.

“He hates Zero- or Hiro now though. He’s the reason why Wren went crazy.”

The interior of the alley carried a scattered mess of blankets, journals, calendars, along with other miscellaneous things. Though a single journal stuck to being held, firm by the grasps of a boy. 

His sickly pale skin complemented his unkempt and grimy black hair. While his twig body shivered by the gentle cold. His boney fingers pointed at drawings from his one of many journals towards the girl next to him. “That’s Gabe when he got mad at Dannie after finding out.” His voice rasped. 

Observing the girl’s reaction, her expression perked to something of confusion. “How did Wren and Gabe get to that situation though?”

He rolled his eyes to the side. “I haven’t gotten that much into the backstory. But all I know is that they both got into a mess like Evie or Lucia.” Blinked twice. “It’s just that while Evie was mad at becoming a slave, Gabriel was mad because his entire life’s purpose was taken away from him… and he’s in denial about it being kinda his fault too.”

Her cocoa hair blocked the faces she made from the boy’s slouched position on the ground. However, she chirped up quickly enough. “Ayu, I’m really digging Gabriel right now.”

“Really,” Ayu questioned, sitting back up a little the process. “I thought he was kinda basic.”

“Yeah,” she turned her floor seat towards him, revealing her fair complexion made out of light makeup. “From what you told me so far. I’m guessing he’s being ignorant of his past mistakes completely and letting out all his anger to someone else, right? At least from what I can tell in this picture.”

“I guess so?”

“Okay, I didn’t screw up on reading the comic panel,” making a small clap with her hands. “That can be realistic if you do it right, but you can also mix in a theme with that-”

“Annette. No,” Ayu interrupted her. “When you talk about ‘theme’ and that stuff, I get more of a headache than every other minute of life,” he groaned. 

“Do you want me to get you some ibuprofens?”

“I’m fine.”

Annette nodded. “Well other than that, I still feel bad for Hiro,” she pouted. 

Ayu lifted a brow and eyed her. “He’s the one who trapped ten kids in a death maze.”

“But he’s trying to get better!”

He scoffed, “He still did bad things, that’s why Evie treated him like shit afterwards.”

“You’re the one giving him a redemption arc though?”

“I’m just trying to stay close to the original idea.” Ayu closed the book and chuck it to the side. “Even if I don’t really believe in it.”

Annette’s lips twitched. “He’s just trying to be a better person than before…”

“He was still a dick. Out of anything, you should be feeling bad for Wren.”

“How so?”

Ayu set his arms back. “He was lied to for most of his life and he only got killed in the end for having a different opinion, pretty much.”

“So, he’s pretty much a pity party?” Annette eyed him. Ayu already knew what she was telling with her expression. 

“No. He just go fucked over too much because of both Gabriel and Zero.” 

Annette rolled a shoulder, pulling back her hair in the process. “I guess I like all of them, anyways. I’m just still hoping you can pull it off well.” Her lashes fluttered in the dim lights. “Did you come up with Gabriel and Wren from your dreams again?”

Ayu hummed. “Kinda. I had a random dream last night where a guy shoots another guy with an arrow but gets sad about it. That’s how I got Wren’s death.”

“Anything else from it?”

“There was a bit more, but it’s blurry.”

“Any others dream while I haven’t been here,” She asked. 

Ayu blinked. “I just have that, some girl screwing herself over and getting her friend dead, then nothing.” 

Annette hesitated with her words. “No dreams of Lillie?”

Ayu paused, seeing Annette flinch from her own question. He buried his hands in his hoodie pockets and looked down. “… None of those.”

She apologized with her eyes narrowed. The area went silent for the two. A minute? Two? Ayu couldn’t tell. He could barely count with patience. 

“How long have you been here?”

“Huh? About an hour, I think…” She brought her phone to her view, checking the time. “God, we spent a lot of time goofing off.”

“You have homework, don’t you? You should go home, school’s tomorrow anyways.” 

“… Right.” Annette stood up, her tall figure looming before Ayu. A second of standing still, she face-palmed herself. “Oh god, I have three projects to do.”

“Then get on to it,” Ayu joked. 

“Yeah, yeah.” Annette grabbed back her already cleaned up board game and binder. “I’ll see you another time then.”

Before taking a turn back home, a “Bye” could be heard quietly over a car honking. 

Ayu studied the outside of the alleyway in silence. Every second brought a new face passing by, and it brought the reminder that no one noticed him staring. A child, a couple, a group of teens, they all went their own ways, not even taking a glance of something that’s nonexistent for them. 

The boy groaned, turning back and plopping his head to a pillow, gifted by Annette. As he slammed his body to the ground, the rough concrete hit him back. He winced like every other day when he fell over from exhaustion. Though, the routine of his ‘home’ was redundant. 

He muttered in his own silence, “Ow.”

At least he had a pillow unlike the first two years of four when living in the alleyway. 

Laying down, still and blank, Ayu sighed and grabbed his journal from the side again. He flipped through the thin paper, skimming past the art he made, and stopped at the next blank page. He crawled to grab the pencil he left on the other side of the alley earlier in the day, and crawled back to his pillow to write:

October 21st 201X

Came up with new caracters today, dont know what to do

Did noting else today, like usuel

I got a litle mad at Annette, probly was a bad idea

No monsters, No Akeldama

As Ayu moved his arms to store the book away, a voice halted him. 

“Looks like you’ll be having an insipid time again.”

Ayu jumped, sitting immediately and twisting his head around. Finding nothing, he sighed, “Speak of the Devil…” He then crossed out the note of ‘No Akeldama’ for the day. 

“Did you miss me from last time?”

Ayu leaned back to the rigid wall, conversing with the voice ringing across his head. “Just tell me what the hell is going on,” he groaned. 

“Oh child, you won’t be getting that anytime soon for sure,” The voice mocked him. 

“You’ve been telling that to me for how long?”

“I don’t know in all honestly, I’ve lost track of time after my first hundred years.”

Ayu leered at nothing. “Four years, Akeldama. Four years.”

“Ah right, you’re twelve now, correct?”

“Yeah. Turned twelve last June.” 

“Well, aside from that, have you met any new people?”

Ayu sighed. “I haven’t, luckily.”

“What a pity,” Akeldama sneered, “You were the kid that pouted about being lonely, yet once you get a friend, you don’t even want another one anymore.”

“Shut up.”

“You’re just a greedy brat.”

“What do you want now Akeldama?” Ayu’s mind raced quickly, his heart beating rapidly. 

“I was simply here to check if you were the same as before, which you are by the way,” he muttered. “Though I’m also here for something else on the matter of you.”

“Dear god, what now?” 

“Funny calling me ‘god’,” he chuckled, “but I think you’ll soon meet somebody you’ll get along with.”

“Wait…,” Ayu murmured. His eyes widened. “Akeldama don’t tell me-”

“You’ll be having fun for the next few months. I promise,” he reassured him. 

“You fucker,” Ayu yelled, slamming his fists onto the hard ground. Though, he brought both of them up immediately from the pain, gasping at the impact of the floor cracking. He held both tightly against one another as they both burned. 

“God, damn it Akeldama…”

No reply.

Ayu placed his head down into his knees and closed his eyes. His boney joints pressed against his forehead. Two deep breaths, then hold. 

He pulled his head back after seconds, groaning, “Why did I decide to go through with this…?”

Ayu’s eyes flutter back open as his stomach made a painful growl. 

“Right…” He clicked against his chapped lips. “When was the last time I ate?” 

The growl reminded him of the stomach pain from recent days, aching as he puckered. The pain bothered him, but Annette already left to his dismay. 

“I need to get food now then,” he muttered to himself. 

He hopped up from his sitting position, his bone-thin legs freezing up from the cold. Exiting the alleyway, Ayu turned to the grocery store route. 

He pulled up his hoodie quickly, his tired eyes being protected from the soft light. And he ventured out to treat himself to food and water rations.

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A jug of water and a bag of bread, Ayu repeated to himself multiple times. 

The shop held multiple items to Ayu’s attention. Aisles carried shiny toys, colorful pencils and journals, to junk food and candy. Ayu stared at the chips bar, slurping up the slight drool dripping out of him. He shook his head. Bread and water. Bread and water. 

How long had it been for the boy to have a nice meal? When was the last time he had the sweets he loved?

Bread and water. 

When was his last chip binge? His coloring book sessions and playtime?

Stop being a bitch and get what you need already. He scolded in his head. 

He dashed to an unfamiliar aisle so his mind wouldn’t get dragged elsewhere. Stacks and piles of paper towels and toilet paper surrounded him through his short walk to the bakery. His head bobbed in a sigh that he didn’t need anything of such thanks to shop bathrooms and recreation center showers.

However, as soon as he exited the aisle, aromas of pastries and baked goods filled his senses. He ignored it since the shop’s goods were usually too sweet for him despite his tooth. Walking down, he read through the brands of bread, squinted his eyes to spell and read out some words himself. It was only until his found a decent bag of bread rolls did he go off to the drinks section. 

The sodas and fizzy pops caught eyes of most, though Ayu’s tongue had more of a distaste for it. He turned from the bright and dazzling colors to the row of water jugs. His memory of measurements buzzed in his mind, though not enough to remember how much a liter was compared to a gallon. 

After staring, his mind boggling on which was which, Ayu gave up and choose which one seemed like the largest. 

Ayu ended up carrying the bread rolls in one hand and the three-gallon jug of water with the other by his stick arms. He walked out of the aisle, closing in on the exit. 

He stepped with hesitant feet. His head twisted and turned to assure nobody near him. A single bump from someone else and he could be done for the day. 

He swept through the cashiers. His scattered gaze wandered through all of them left and right. But in a single heartbeat, his body already went passed them unlike his mind. 

Ayu sighed and took a step towards the store exit. His guilt cultivated him like every other time he’s done this. It’s better for me. Even if I don’t actually need it-

A grip of a hand pulled him back from leaving. Ayu’s heart froze as his breath started to stutter immediately. He turned slowly, and echo of a voice ringing loudly to him. I’m fucked. 

“Hey…” He saw the face of the one who grabbed him by the arm. He was around the same age as him, younger maybe, but shorter for sure. “Hey…” His light brown skin shined by the store’s lights along with the freckles dotted around his nose and cheeks. While his soft green eyes glared at him in confusion. His dark red hair was also a first for Ayu to see-

“Hey!” the kid repeated himself. Ayu blinked spastically, his breathing still frigid. “What are you doing with that?”

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Human Qualification- Chapter 25

June ???

In this chapter, we celebrate Dazai’s birthday and...

Thank you for reading up until now!! Only one more chapter!

Huge thanks to @missmizpah @gracieuxetoile and @deathly-oreos for reading it over!!

Summary: To slowly lose all your functions until you are nothing but a trapped mind in a deteriorated shell, that’s what it means to be ‘No Longer Human.’

This chapter can also be found on ao3 here. Without further ado, please enjoy!

Death was waiting. It sat in each container of oxygen, prepared to fill Dazai’s lungs when they were empty. It loitered by each IV and feeding tube, hoping for them to run dry. It spread like a rash throughout his body, masked only by an intoxicating dosage of morphine. The drug was a cloud which lifted Dazai from his failing body, leaving behind the creaking pain of his bones and the dark thoughts which had for so long haunted his waking moments. It rocked and cradled him, comforting and ushering him into a dream, as he lay in his sateen sheets. It whispers to him, validating his beliefs: a world without pain was close; it was okay to stop breathing; it was easy, painless.

But then it would drop him, and he would fall onto the prickling agony of being alive. He was trapped on his bed of flames, which seared pain into limbs and suffocated his lungs. Alarms blared throughout his body, drowning out his thoughts, but he couldn’t do anything. So he waited for a nurse to come by and douse his suffering with liquid bliss.

Dazai was floating through a dream, in which the walls, the ceiling, the floor, even his bed had all blurred into an abstract white mass, and the incessantly beeping was a song, when it was interrupted by a rough voice. “Oi, Dazai, are you awake?”

Yes, he thought he was awake, even if it took a minute for his eyes to refocus. The voice belonged undeniably to Chuuya, who had sat in a chair nearby. When he visited Dazai, he no longer slouched; instead, he looked full of energy, if not anxiety. He was almost the same as before albeit he was a bit thinner, and his hair was cut a bit straighter. His clothes—belt, gloves, choker, hat and all—and tone had returned to their abrasive expressions, and the glow of the sun had risen again in the blue expanse of his eyes.

Chuuya sighed audibly. “Well, anyway, I came to visit and to say ‘happy birthday.’”

It was Dazai’s birthday? Days had passed unpredictably—some whizzed by, others dredged—without beginning nor end. Sometimes when Dazai was awake, Chuuya was there, sometimes Odasaku, sometimes Ango, but there was never an indicator of the date. Dazai hadn’t expected to be around for his birthday. A smile tugged futilely at his lips, but they did not move.

“Y’know, I didn’t think I’d be celebrating your birthday like this. Last year, I didn’t think I’d want to fucking celebrate your birthday at all.” Chuuya chuckled under his breath. “But here I am.” He reached behind his back, a veneer of red embarrassment on his cheeks. “I brought you a gift…”

A gift? What kind of gift could Dazai accept now, like this?

Chuuya pulled out a white binder from behind him. The label read “Dazai’s photos.”

“I printed your photos and made an album of them. I thought maybe you’d want to see them.”

He wanted to see them. Maybe it would comfort him to remember his memories as he lay waiting for death’s inevitable arrival. But he didn’t want to see them. It would be less painful to die without being reminded of all the things he’d leave behind. Was this sentimentality? A double-edged sword, two doomed choices. But he was relieved of the burden of choosing; it was up to Chuuya’s discretion.

“I don’t have any photos before last October, but you can’t complain; it’s your fault, unsentimental bastard.” Without another complaint, Chuuya opened up the book and began his tale of memories.

In the beginning, the photos were truly Dazai’s, taken by him when he could still use his hands. Most of the photos were of irrelevant things: the full moon which returned every month with the same face, a pot of fondue still on the menu of a certain restaurant. Maybe Dazai didn’t understand sentimentality back then either, yet they squeezed his weak heart. How did such mundane things—even cheap 2D replicas—stir Dazai’s emotions with the same ephemeral sorrow as falling cherry blossoms? There were also photos of Chuuya: Chuuya with his lopsided haircut, with his favorite choker, gloves, and hat, Chuuya in a khaki shirt and pants, Chuuya in a kimono the color of maple leaves. The Chuuya in the pictures was still radiant, glowing under the moonlight. His eyes captured the light of the stars which didn’t shine, and his lips were soft and still unkissed. Dazai wished that he kissed them then or that he could do it now, as Chuuya sat so close. But it was too late.

Soon enough the collection shifted obviously to Chuuya’s photos, marked by an increase in quality (from Dazai’s new camera) and an increase in photos of Dazai. In the photos, Dazai still looked like himself; he still had the same hair, same clothes, same bandages. Uncharacteristically, he wore an unaffected smile on his face. As Dazai lay in his deathbed, that grin looked foreign, a passing visitor which left without a trace. If that smile was genuine at the time, it was only painful now.

Eventually the photos became less and less along with Dazai’s body mass, hair, and mobility. They fell away until Dazai was but a skeleton with skin. The last photo (from around two months ago) could only be described as a picture of death. Sitting in his wheelchair, Dazai was a ghost, beyond the limits of his life. His smile was hollow. Around him, the cherry trees were poisoned by his aura of death, having mournfully shed all their petals. They too were weak, exposed, dying.

Even Chuuya (not in the photo) had been tainted. He had lost his color of his complexion, of his clothes, and of his personality. It was all dull like a zombie as he plodded through their routine half-dead and without thought.

But it was almost over. The scenery, the sterile hospital room, still lacked color, but it was speckled with beeping machinery and frantic medical workers. Chuuya had made a full recovery, and by the time he finished his narration, his face was its usual shade of red--not of anger or embarrassment, but of sadness. Even his eyes had swollen scarlet, tears gathering at the brim. But they didn’t fall.

Chuuya rapidly turned away with a gulp, trying to hold down his emotions. “So, that’s it. I hope you liked it.”

Dazai did like it although he didn’t understand why. The collection had only added to his pain: a tight ache in his chest and inflammation in his cheeks. But he liked it. Somehow the pain was also warm, comforting.

Dazai felt fulfilled for the first time, yet he still yearned for more. This time it wasn’t death; it was more greedy than that. He craved what he had known only so briefly: warmth, happiness, love, and he craved time. The white confines of the hospital could give him none of that; it only promised a cold, sterile death.

Dazai could say nothing, neither his satisfaction nor his objections. He could only wait for the end.

Footsteps plodded into the room. They were different than the nurses’ brisk movements. Although they were accompanied by silence, Dazai had no trouble figuring them out. They must have been Chuuya’s. He sat quietly for an uncertain amount of time. Dazai had no idea what was on his mind, but the silence was comforting. Dazai wasn’t prepared to confront whatever dreadful things haunted Chuuya—he wasn’t prepared even for his own fate.

After some time of nothingness, Chuuya squeezed Dazai’s hand with unnecessary force before a nurse scurried in, shutting the door behind them.

“Nakahara-san…” The nurse’s voice trailed off.  

“I know.” Chuuya spoke in a clipped manner.

“I’m sorry… Dazai-san is probably not conscious anymore. At this point… We did all that we could. I’m sorry.”

No response.

It’s okay. I’m ready.

“I understand. But please give me a minute.”

“Of course.” With that, the nurse stepped out of the room.

Suffocating silence filled the closed room. Even without words, Dazai could feel Chuuya’s sorrow through his grip on his hand, shifting back and forth between tight and loose holds. Either way, for Dazai, it was warm and comfortable.

It’s okay. You don’t need to worry about me. I’ve always wanted to die, anyway.

If there were other words he wanted to say, other thoughts he had, they were drowned out by such consoling thoughts, thoughts that would never reach Chuuya anyway.

“Dazai…” Cold teardrops fell onto the warmth of their hands’ embrace.

Dazai wanted to reach out to Chuuya, to wipe his tears and stroke his cheek, to hold him and whisper gentle assurances—but he couldn’t.

“Dazai, I’m sorry.”

Ah, there they were again, such hopeless words...

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Could you write something about Taekook where they both think of each other as super cool (and having a crush) but neither knows that they appear as such. Until something happens where they do find out ^^ (Like one of them overhearing the other talking with a third person and gushing ^^)

how cutee! thank you for the prompt! :)

i hope you like it!

Once again, Taehyungfound himself spacing out in his art lesson. He’s always ahead ofthe lessons anyway so he doesn’t consider it a problem, howeverwhen you’ve decided to get a degree in a subject, it might help topay at least a little attention. Though, he liked to think the reasonwhy he wasn’t focusing was a valid one. There was a certainbrunette boy walking across campus outside the window, bag slung overhis shoulder and his pierced ear on show. Taehyung just couldn’thelp but rest his head in his hands and sigh, silently swooning overwhat he wish he had but knew better than to hope for anything morethan those brief little conversations they shared in the corridor. Tohim, Jungkook looked like a model straight out of some fashionmagazine – or someone who could pass of as being the lead singer ina rock band… He just had that vibe about him, that look, andTaehyung had never been so attracted to someone before in his entirelife. Not that he didn’t like his personality either because hedefinitely did, he only had their conversations and what he’d seenaround campus to go off but Jungkook was kind and funny, he caredabout other people and never hesitated to help when he could but henever expected anything in return for it. In fact, he kept to himselfmore often than not. He had his circle of friends and he tended tostay within it but he’d talk to anyone that started a conversationwith him and Taehyung just thought he was amazing. Sure, herecognises that Jungkook has flaws – after all, everyone does –but he didn’t care about them. If anything, he wanted to learn whatthey were, he wanted to learn more about the other, all the good andall the bad. He’s never liked someone this much before...

Eventually Jungkookwas out of sight and the teacher was dismissing the class, leavingTaehyung to  frantically pack up and stumble out of his chair when henoticed that everyone had already left. Even the teacher. God damn,why did Jeon Jungkook have to be so distracting?

Taehyung made hisway over to his locker, his dyed dark blonde hair getting in his eyes alittle and making him flick it out of the way with a swish of hishead. He worried his bottom lip, clutching his bag in his arms thathad his art book sticking out of it because it was too big and hekept forgetting to go and buy a bigger bag. With a rather awkwardstance, he reached into the pocket of his trousers, having to pushhis oversized sweater up and out of the way, to pull his keys out.However, he’d forgotten that he wasn’t very organised. As soon ashe opened his locker, three textbooks and an obscene amount of papertumbled out onto him and the floor and he let out a shout of regret,banging his forehead against the metal and cursing himself.

         “Needany help?” Taehyung recognised that voice anywhere and jumpedbackwards to see Jungkook staring at him with a smile. “That’s alot of paper.”          “The life of a struggling artstudent.” Taehyung groaned, pouting and throwing his bag on theground so he could crouch and begin collecting everything up in hisarms, Jungkook naturally coming down to help him.         “They should give you guys bigger lockers.” Jungkook said,picking up one of the textbooks so that he had something to put thepaper on so that it wouldn’t bend in his hands.         “That would be logical but it would also be expensive.” Taehyungsighed, trying not to stutter and blush when he reached for the samepieces of paper that Jungkook did, their hands brushing over eachother like a teenage romance movie. “Thanks… By the way.” Hesaid, clearing his throat and pulling his hand back.         “No worries.” Jungkook grinned and Taehyung couldn’t help butsmile back, finding the younger man’s bunny esque grin contagiouslyadorable. “I’m not in a rush or anything.”         “Isn’t there a massive essay due in for you biology majors?”Taehyung said, raising an eyebrow as he knew Jungkook wasn’t thetype to prepare for anything.          “Yeah but I’ll getit done when I get it done.” Jungkook shrugged, proving Taehyung’ssentiment correct and making him chuckle in the process. “You know,maybe you should get a massive binder or folder.”         “That would also be logical...” Taehyung hummed, picking up thelast of the paper and standing up, Jungkook following suit with anequal amount of Taehyung’s work in his arms.          “I’mheading to the library, I could pick you one up from the little shopif you want?” Jungkook offered, shrugging.          “No,it’s okay.” Taehyung stuttered a little, coughing a little yetagain to steady himself. “You don’t have to do that...”         “It’ll hardly put a dent in my wallet. It’s just afolder.” Jungkook said, handing Taehyung the paper and textbookafter he’d put his share in his locker.          “I’llget one tomorrow. Promise.”          “You’ll have to showme it so I know you haven’t put it off.” Jungkook smiled, pickinghis bag back up and over his shoulder.          “Hmm, it’sa date.” Taehyung said before he could even think about it,instantly flushing and nervously chuckling when he realised what he’dsaid. He continued to stare at his locker, a little too embarrassed tolook at Jungkook but if he had he would have seen that the youngerman was sharing his expression.          “Yeah...”         “Anyway! Thanks!” Taehyung exclaimed, putting art book inhis locker and closing it, now able to shut his bag.         “No problem.” Jungkook nodded his head, fingers drumming on thestrap that was slightly digging into his skin.         “Thanks...” Taehyung whispered with a smile, picking up his bag and bowing his head a little to Jungkook before waving goodbye andbounding off, leaving Jungkook to lean against the lockers with asigh...

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Jungkook groaned andruffled his hair up, a frown on his face as he picked up histextbooks and stuffed them in his bag. He wasn’t normally one tostay late in the library but one too many nights spent staring at theTV with a playstation controller in his hand had gotten him a bit toofar behind on his work. He hoisted his bag over his shoulder andturned to leave, trying not to dwell on the fact that it was startingto get dark and the alley shortcut to the dorm wasn’t very welllit. He waved goodbye to the librarian sat behind her desk and thenasked himself why he did that when she wasn’t even looking in hisdirection so really he just waved to the air or the books behind her.So, he was glad that there wasn’t anyone else here to see hissocial failings.

He left the libraryand made his way down the long corridor, taking a right at the end towalk down yet another long corridor. There were too many longcorridors. At least he could peek inside the empty classrooms and allof the artwork hanging up on the walls as he was in the artdepartments block now. He smiled to himself when he saw some ofTaehyung’s art hung up, stopping in his tracks to admire it for amoment even though he’d already seen it plenty of times before. Hecarried on walking when he heard the sound of chatter at the end ofhallway, his curiosity making him slow down when passing the room sothat he could take a quick glance inside to see who was in there andonce he did he halted his foot steps because he had an inkling as towhose voice he was hearing but he hadn’t expected to be right.Inside the room and sat on a table was Taehyung and his best friend,Park Jimin which Jungkook only knew as Taehyung brought him up a fairbit in the conversations they shared. The door was slightly ajarwhich is why he could hear them and he didn’t plan oneavesdropping, really he didn’t, he was going to carry on walking…

         “So,made any progress on loverboy?” However, Jimin’s words had himcrouching underneath the window of the door and listening in. Who wasthis ‘loverboy’? Did Taehyung have a crush on someone? If so,were they better than Jungkook? Were they more handsome, more funny,more… Everything? Were they even good enough for Taehyung? Jungkookcouldn’t help but listen in on the conversation now, his thoughtshad spiralled off on a tangent and he was in too deep to walk away.         “Let’s not call him that.” Taehyung sighed, swinginghis legs from up on the table, his hands resting in between histhighs on the surface and Jungkook thought it was so cute. “And no…He helped me pick my things up after they all fell on me, andI got so flustered all I could say was ‘thanks’.” Taehyungshrugged, mocking himself with his tone of voice. Jungkook began towonder if Taehyung was talking about him? After all, he had helpedhim pick up his textbooks earlier so maybe it was him?         “Aren’t you supposed to say thanks?” Jimin cocked abrow, a confused expression on his face.          “Yeah butI could have been like, heh… Thanks.” Taehyung leaned back andpulled a nonchalant expression, deepening his voice and Jungkook hadto suppress a chuckle just hearing it, already imagining whatTaehyung was doing. “You know?”          “It’s good youdidn’t do that.” Jimin pursed his lips and pressed a mockinglysupportive hand to Taehyung’s shoulder, to which the younger rolledhis eyes with a huff.          “It’s just he’s sohandsome and cool and I’m so… So the person who trips over air.” Taehyung explained (referencing an earlier incident where he had been walking and talking with Jimin and just randomly fallen over), slouching a little, unaware thatbehind the door was a very flabbergasted Jungkook who was thinking tohimself that it was insane for Taehyung to think he was anything lessthan amazing and beautiful and funny and kind and all around one ofthe best people Jungkook had ever met. Not that he was biased.        “Have you tried just telling him?” A logical statement fromJimin, however if the person wasn’t Jungkook then Jungkook wouldrather Jimin keep his mouth shut because he wasn’t sure just howwell he dealt with jealously. He imagined he wouldn’t deal with itwell, considering last week some guy picked an eyelash off ofTaehyung’s cheek and got him to blow it off and Jungkook almostsnapped the pencil he was holding.          “Are you insane?”Taehyung exclaimed, eyes wide. “A gazelle knows not to dance with alion.” This time it was Jimin’s turn to roll his eyes.        “Well, for one neither of them really ‘dance’ and two,you’re not that graceful.”          “Thank you for yoursupport.”          “Just tell him, Taehyung.” Jiminsmiled sympathetically, fully understanding the other man’spredicament. “No offence but Jungkook is really not as ‘cool’as you’re making him out to be. I saw him get his jacket caught ona door handle and instead of just taking the jacket off and trying toget it off like a normal human being, he decided to keep it on andliterally run in place to try and yank it off.” Jungkook almostfell over after hearing his name, as it was confirmation that theywere in fact talking about him, which meant that Taehyung did in facthave a crush on him. Which meant that his own feelings were returned.          “Really?” Taehyung chuckled at the image ofJungkook struggling against himself and the sound made Jungkook snapout of his elated trance and replace that excitement withembarrassment because the jacket incident hadn’t exacty been one ofhis finest moments and he didn’t really want Taehyung to know aboutit either.          “Just talk to him.” Jimin shrugged,standing up, and the shuffling of his feet on the floor startledJungkook as he thought they were going to leave and catch him satoutside but that was hardly the problem when his sudden movement hadhim losing his balance and falling through the door anyway. “Oh hiJungkook.” Jimin said, both he and Taehyung now staring down at himas he laid flat down on the floor.          “Um...”Jungkook started, raising his head to look at the pair with a red andmortified flush on his cheeks. “Hi. I fell.”          “Overnothing?” Jimin quipped with a little smirk, referencing Taehyung’s earlier plight with the air before he picked up his coat and bag.“Well, I’m going to go and meet Yoongi. He’s waiting in the carpark.” He said, reaching out to pat Taehyung’s shoulder andwhisper in his ear. “Good luck.” He stepped over Jungkook’sbody which was apparently frozen in place, a quiet and breathy laughtumbling out of his lips as he shook his head and left.         “Er, hey Jungkook.” Taehyung started, his heartbeat beginning topulse faster just being in the same room as the other.         “Hey.”          “You can get up, you know.” He laughed,hopping off of the table and walking over to where Jungkook waspatting the floor.          “Yeah but my dignity is here onthe floor…” Taehyung rolled his eyes with a smile, crouching downand offering Jungkook his hand, helping the younger man up and tryingnot to dwell on how warm his hands were and how nice they felt inhis.          “So… How much of that did you hear?” Whenthey were both stood up, Taehyung was yet again reminded of how muchmore muscular Jungkook was than him and that he was just that tinybit taller too but the broadness of his shoulders almost madeTaehyung swoon when he imagined being enveloped by them.         “Enough to know that you think I’m handsome and cool.”Jungkook grinned nervously, trying not to rock back and forth on hisfeet but failing miserably. “Though, I may have just ruined thecool part.”          “No, I still think you’re prettycool.” Taehyung hummed, looking down at the floor and where he hadhis fingers clasped together, tapping his knuckles.         “If it helps, I think you’re cool yourself.” The brunettereplied, ruffling the hair at the base of his neck.         “We sound like kids.” Taehyung said with a scoff, and Jungkookseconded that.          “Yes we do.” For a moment theystood in silence, unsure of what to say next but knowing what theywanted to say.          “So, um… What do you think of.”Taehyung was surprised he found the courage to get the words out, asjambled and stuttered those words were. “Well, what I’m trying tosay is...”          “Yes.” Jungkook cut him off, eyeshopeful and and relieved.          “I haven’t saidanything.” Taehyung breathed, a nervous chuckle following.          “I’m assuming you were going to ask me out on a date orsomething so I’m saying yes.”          “Yeah?”Taehyung was surprised but he couldn’t complain because that wasexactly what he was trying to ask. “Okay, cool.”         “Cool.”          “Sorry, I’m a little… Flustered.”Taehyung said, trying to explain why he was feeling so awkward andsubsequently acting so awkward. The distance between them wasn’thelping either as he could feel Jungkook’s breath against hisforehead and he only had to reach his hand out a little bit to touchhis shirt. He doesn’t know when they got so close but he didn’tmind it really.          “Me too, it’s okay.” Jungkooksmiled, also seemingly noticing the lack of space between from theway he looked down at Taehyung and then tried to bite an even widergrin down. “Are you heading home now?”          “Yeah,you?” It was a stupid question. Of course Jungkook was headinghome, why else would he have his bag with him (that, granted, wasstill on the floor where he had previously been) and why else wouldhe ask?          “We live in the same dorm, right? I’m theon the first floor.” Jungkook said but Taehyung already knew thatfrom the times he’d seen him when he was leaving or entering thebuilding himself.          “Second.” Jungkook nodded hishead, not saying it out loud but he also already knew that for thesame reasons that Taehyung did.          “Shall we walk eachother home?” Jungkook suggested, putting his hands in his pocketsand trying to push down the heat threatening to colour his face as areaction to the soft smile that blossomed on Taehyung face.         “I’d like that.” Taehyung said quietly, going to reach forhis bag that was on the table behind him but being interrupted byJungkook who picked it up instead. “Oh, thanks.” Jungkook noddedhis head with a ‘don’t worry about it’ air about him as hegrabbed his own bag to sling over his shoulder. “So, any ideas ofwhere we can go for our first date?” The (only slightly) older manasked, walking out of the room as Jungkook held the door open forhim.          “Erm. One second.” However when he turnedaround he saw Jungkook smiling nervously at him and he raised aneyebrow in confusion, tilting his head and peeking around to see whathad happened. “I should probably get a new jacket.” A loosethread on the back of Jungkook’s jacket had gotten caught on thedoor handle and he was currently pulling against it to try and freeit, hands awkwardly holding up the bags that had fallen down to hiselbows.          “Do you want to give me the bags?”Taehyung laughed, hiding his grin behind his hand, his other handreaching out and waiting for Jungkook to pass the bags over, which hedid with no hesitation.          “Yeah, that’s a good idea,thanks...”

When Jungkook hadfinally freed himself from the clutches of the door for the secondtime that week, the two headed back to their dorm and talked abouteverything, anything and nothing all at the same time. There was amoment of silent understanding when they reached the entrance, onlyneeding to give each other one look and one smile before they madetheir way to Jungkook’s room instead of parting ways, eager tocarry on the conversation over a movie and some junk food...

jungkook looks so cute here omg

i hope you liked it!

#taekook #taehyung #jungkook #prompt #fluff #college au #i like clumsy jungkook

[agent-spidey]

Don’t be late

Title: Don’t be late

Pairing: Personal (Mariah) x Peter Parker

Request: requested by @sammywilksbabe234

Word count: 2,458

A/N: This is a personalized imagine for Mariah, I hope you like it! 

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I felt my phone buzz in my pocket signaling a new text. Of course I already knew who it was, Peter telling you that he needs to cancel on the study session HE had set up “Hey Mariah I’m really sorry but something came up and I can’t make it again. I promise I’ll make this up to you <3” I sighed locking my phone instead of replying. This was the 4th time he had canceled.

“Hey dad!” I shuffled around my room trying to think of anything to do to occupy my time now, “Can I go to Michelle’s?” Pulling a small jacket on I dialed MJ’s number.

“Hey!” She replied sounding nervous, “Hey? I was wondering if I could come over, Peter bailed on me again.” There was slight shuffling and muffled words before Michelle answered “Oh geez what an ass, I’m actually not home right now so I guess the answer to your question is no?” She finished in a questioning tone.

“Oh well ok, I’ll just call up Liz or something.” I hung up the phone and plopped down on my bed. “Never mind!” I shouted back at my dad, he probably couldn’t even hear me in the first place so it didn’t matter.

What could Peter even be doing? He’s canceled so much and I miss him. Now that I think about it, so has Michelle. Every time Peter cancels Michelle becomes suddenly busy.

Are him and Michelle… no they can’t be … can they I’m- a sudden voice rips me or of my thoughts “ Hey girly!” My eyes snap up and meet a pair of brown ones that belong to Liz. “Hey.” I sigh giving her a small wave and make my way over to her.

“What brings you here?” I ask engulfing the girl in a tight hug “well,” she paused wiggling her backpack off.

“Peter texted me saying that he couldn’t make it anymore and thought it would be good for us to study together.” Liz smiled opening her bag and grabbing her binder. “Plus we haven’t hung out in awhile, so this is a good excuse.” She winked at me, “Vey true.” I agreed with her and swiftly grabbed my stuff from my desk dropping them on the floor next to her.

“Well, let’s get started.” I let out a small huff before we began, I really wish Peter was here. 

“Hey we still on for movies and Thai tonight?” I asked leaning against the lockers next to Peters, “Oh god Mariah I’m so so sorry can I take a rain check? I forgot may needed Michelle and I to go shopping for uh food?” He sounded like he wasn’t quiet sure about anything he just said.

“Michelle?” I question him earning a small nod in response “Since when did May meet Michelle and why are you going grocery shopping with her?” I could feel the jealousy sprouting in me, “Babe, babe its okay, I was already planning one hanging with Michelle and then May asked about shopping.” Peter nonchalantly spoke.

His eyes widened at the words that came out of his mouth, “So were you just going to blow me off or did you forget that you and I had plans?” That seed was spouting bigger and faster by the second “Since you already made plans with her.”

Peters hands grabbed mine rubbing his thumbs in circles on the back of them, “No no no, I just- I uh- well I-” I lightly pulled my hand away from him, rolling my eyes “Its whatever Peter, I guess I’ll just study with Liz again or something.”

I turned on my heel whipping my burgundy hair “See you later Pete.” I made my way out of school and texted Liz to meet me at the small coffee shop a few blocks away. I quickly got a text back from her saying she would be there shortly. I made the small trek to the shop and ordered a latte while I waited for Liz to arrive.

“Hey, is everything ok?” I coughed on my coffee surprised at the sound of Liz’s voice. “Uh yeah-yeah everything’s fine.” I whipped my mouth with the back of my hand before continuing “Peter bailed on me again.“ Liz let out a long breath before shoving her school items on the seat next to her.

"What has gotten into him?” she pushed herself away from our table and to the cashier to order her drink. “I’m not sure.” I mumbled turning my head to stare out the window but instantly regretted it when I felt that seed of jealousy grow bigger.

Peter and Michelle were across the street waiting to cross a crosswalk. They looked happy Michelle was actually smiling and Peter, well Peter looked like our fight was the last thing on his mind. Although it wasn’t a big fight it was all I could think about and to see him laughing with another girl while I was sitting here in a coffee shop without him, hurt. Especially since our 1-year anniversary was in a few days.

“So I was thinking we coul- hey hey what’s wrong?” Liz set her cup of coffee down and placed a hand on my cheek wiping away a tear that must have escaped my eyes while staring.

“It’s nothing Liz.” I sniffled as she followed my gaze to the now walking pair of people, “Oh” was all she said before engulfing me in a hug which forced me to stand from my seat. “I think you should talk to him.” Liz whispered and let go of me sitting back in her seat. “Liz,” I sat back down taking a sip of my latte “I’m scared to now, I mean our anniversary is so close and I don’t want us to get into a bigger fight than we are in right now.” I pulled my binder out of my bag and set in on the table.

“I still think you should.” Liz shrugged and grabbed her binder as well. “I say we start with Chem. is that cool?” I nodded in response “fine with me.”

“Peter I really need to talk to you, can you please come over?” I spoke desperately into my phone, I heard Peter sigh on the other side “Mariah I can’t right now I’m a bit busy babe.” I felt tears swell in my eyes “Please Peter, You’ve been acting really weird this past week and a half,” I paused letting out a shaky breath “And you’ve been hanging out with Michelle a lot so, so if you and her have a thing or something, please tell me before our anniversary tomorrow.” Tears were now fully coming down my face like a waterfall.

“Oh god Mariah, no no!” Peter quickly responded “I’ll tell you everything tomorrow, seven o’clock at the Avenger tower, okay?” My breathing slowed slightly as I confusedly questioned the boy, “Avengers tower?”

I could practically hear the smile on Peters face as he answered “Yes, Avengers Tower. I have a surprise for you.”

The both of us said our goodnights and I love you’s before hanging up.

Avengers Tower? What?

The bell rung signaling the end of 6th period, that last period of the day. I hadn’t seen Peter all day so I made my way over to his locker to wait for him and give him the present I got him for our anniversary. A signed picture of Tony Stark, which was a lot harder to get ahold of than I thought it would be.

Tony has been Peters Idol since he was little so I thought this would be a perfect gift for our anniversary.

“Hey Ned?” I shouted seeing him pass by, he slowly weaved through the crowded hallway over to me. “Have you seen Peter anywhere?” Ned shook his head slightly “No, actually I haven’t seen him all day. Buuuut Michelle might know where he is.” A frown took over my face as I answered “Oh okay, I guess I’ll go find Michelle.” Ned smiled and made his way back into the crowded hallway with me right after him.

“Hey, Michelle.” I poked her shoulder as I stepped to the side of her, “Hey.” She replied in a monotone voice.

“Have you seen Peter anywhere? Ned hasn’t see him all day.” Her head perked up slightly at the mention of Peter “Uh no, nope haven’t seen him all day either.” She quickly slipped on her backpack, shut her locker and merged into the teenager filled hallway, leaving me behind.

“Well okay then.” Giving up I headed out of school and made my way to the apartment building that’s just across from Peters.

As soon as I walked through the door of the small apartment I live in I pulled my phone out and called Peter but only got his voicemail. Well looks like I have to wait till Seven, I sighed flopping onto the couch and turning on the TV to pass the time.

My alarm shouts at me at 6:30, I quickly pull a jacket on over the knee-length, short sleeved, black dress I put on. I’d like to think its fancy but not too fancy.

“Bye dad! I’ll be back soon!” I shout before exiting the apartment and making my way down to the first floor. I exit the building seeing a large black limo with a man standing on the outside of it holding a sign. “No way.” I breath walking closer to the car.

The man slowly puts the sign down and steps closer to the back limo door, “Are you Mariah?” He asks in a deep voice “Uh yes that’s me.” I smile as he opens the door gesturing for me to get in.

“Wow Peter you really out did yourself.” I whisper shuffling into the limo and set the autographed picture for Peter on the seat next to me.

Not long after we left my apartment building we arrive at the Avenger Tower. The Limo stops right at the front entrance and my door opens, I quickly scoot out of the back of the limo with the picture in my hand and make my way into the tall building.

“Are you Mariah?” A woman asks behind a large desk with big letters spelling Stark behind her, “Uh yes.” I reply a small blush spreading across my face.

“Okay,” She smile waving her hand toward the elevators “You have a guest waiting for you on the Party Deck.” I politely nodded and pressed the call button for the elevator. The doors opened immediately, so I got in fast and pressed the button for the Party Deck. My mind begins racing a million miles a minuet and a nervous bubble fills my stomach.

The elevator comes to a stop and the doors slowly open, the nervous bubble in my stomach grows as I step out.

I make my way to the center of the room and sit on a large couch facing a wall of windows. I stare in awe at the view, you can see everything from here. I slouch slightly into the couch placing the picture next to me and pull out my phone sending a quick text to Peter to ask where he’s at.

A pair of arms snake around my shoulders making me jolt up slightly, “I’m right here.” Peters softly whispers into my dark burgundy hair, placing a soft kiss on my temple. A deep blush spreads across my cheeks as I squeeze Peters hand in return.

“It’s beautiful huh?” I nodded in response “Peter how did you-“ before I could finish 2 figures caught my eye that were approaching the couch. “Wow Pete, you said Mariah was pretty but that was an understatement.” Peter laughed as I stood up from the couch.

“Mariah, this is Tony Sta-“ I couldn’t help myself as I interrupted my boyfriend “Tony Stark! Oh my god. This is amazing!” I practically shrieked engulfing Peter in a hug. I pulled away and glanced at the other figure “Oh my god and you’re James Rhodes!” I gapped at the 2 men who were slightly laughing at me. My 2 favorite hero’s were in front of me, just arms length away.

“Well my present seems pretty lame now.” I coughed hiding the picture behind my back “Oh I bet its not, lets see it.” Mr. Stark spoke gesturing for me to hand him the present I was hiding.

I bashfully handed him the picture and stared at the ground, I heard a small laugh escape his lips causing me to snap my head up at him with wide eyes as he showed Peter what I had got him. “Aw thanks babe, its perfect.” Peter kissed my head and grabbed the photo from Mr. Stark. “Well you two kids lounge around while we wait for the food to arrive.” The 2 men began walking to the elevator as me and Peter made our way to the giant wall of windows.

“Peter is this what you’ve been doing?” I asked grabbing ahold of his hand “Well yeah, I wanted this to be special for you so I thought maybe dinner with your favorite hero’s would be perfect.” I could see a small blush form on Peters face.

“Its more than perfect, thank you. And I’m so so sorry that I ever doubted out relationship, I shouldn’t have ever done that.” Tears sprung to my eyes and Peters pulled me into a hug “Oh Mariah its okay, just know I love you with all my heart, okay?” He pulled away from the hug and placed and hand on my cheek “Okay.” I whispered back softening into his touch.

“Wait, is the food..” I paused searching Peters beautiful brown eyes with my own “Yes, the food is made by Michelle and her mom. That’s why I was hanging out with her so much, I was coming up with the menu and who to ask to join us.”

Tears spilled form my eyes earning a panicked look from Peter “Mariah are you okay? Oh god did I do something wrong? I knew I should have ask black widow instead, I know you like her as well I just wasn’t sure if-“ I smashed my lips onto Peters to get to stop rambling.

“Peter I’m not sad, I’m so so happy, everything is perfect.” Peter sighed pulling me closer to him “Thank you for the best anniversary ever.” I smiled as we kissed.

I sighed happily as we gazed at the amazing view from Avengers tower waiting for Mr. Stark and Mr. Rhodes to return with dinner. This will defiantly be a day I’ll remember for the rest of my life.

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